She had killed her father, and she was a witch.
Two life-changing things happened to her at once!
Taria didn't know how she was supposed to feel but what she knew was that she felt so excited and happy.
A giggle slipped past her lips as she watched the blood run down her father's neck and soak into the bed.
The splutter of his blood on her white night robe was something she was proud of.
His lifeless eyes gave her so much joy that she almost forgot the consequences of what she had done.
Even when she remembered, all she could think about was how there was magic at her fingertips, of how she was a woman that had saved herself.
Her smile dropped at the corners and she stood up.
They would be looking for her soon. She could already hear the gongs in the distance, and some distant screams about a witch being around.
They were already looking for her?!
Wow, they didn't even give her time to bask in her victory.
